Dove
"How was sales today?" I brushed the stubborn curly hair that kept on sticking up behind my ears. If I thought of it I would have clipped it with a scissor before I headed out. It always made me look stupid. Like some dumb teenager with out of control hair.
Which I was.
A dumb teenager with out of control hair.
He grinned and shrugged. "It was slow. You wouldn't believe the designs of saddles I saw today. Utter crap in purple and fur."
"Purple and fur?" I laughed feeling a little more relaxed now that we were further away from the office and out of sight. "I don't know saddles but that doesn't sound right."
"It really isn't," he ran his one hand down his face before placing it back on the steering wheel. "People be testing me these days and my patience is only so thin."
I hummed, "you don't seem like a patient man."
He scoffed. "And how would you know that? You've only been texting me."
"Don't forget the random late night calls."
